I have a poem up at the most recent issue of e.ratio, in fabulous company. Check it out online or download the pdf.

Rocket Summer

Rocket Summer
Originally uploaded by mark_lamoureux

DANCE POEMS

GEORGE BALANCHINE
“SERENADE (EXCERPT)”

Eyed lemniscate
   
   right fade
bola swing

parallel   fold

box  slalom  ricochet

 opal pillowy white
    dwarf
fuchsia  alpha



  mountain wedge

  junction

delta

  vineyard blanc

 5 slide

earth    water
air  ether  fire

 spiral galaxy bar
  tack



alight   pentagon

   spark

 swarm form lines

 steeple

down   bridge
 levitate

 kaleidoscope surge

carousel ring eye

parapet   whisper
    herald

arch
 rectangle  prone


 

DANCE POEMS

TRICIA BROWN
"L’AMOUR AU THEATRE"

Orbit
 pair
  reverse

Contrapuntal  whirl—

 stepping leg cross  box
lock        car

 carry
lever  to arm

 pull steeple trident

spin glass luster

 sun arc over a hill

  seahorse pose

broken away



  rock both
 seashell  fan

weather

  swan crawl

 case when clock

  cardinal swills

  multiplying line



horizon osmosis

  interrupt graft

 glissando echo

dive  drained

 eater
  opal
grey
 pearl
  gray
   Can’t advance
wrestle
 over

  driven


  topple grope

 bastion

  thrasher advance
 
  jagged line



of over   go
   libra scale

   rotate

   dusk slider
to train switch part


 pulled coppery organism


   how arch

  hexagon of moon tilting
   swing  acrobat
   a bird stalker arms

into boats horse play
    into teepees

lifting imposition

DANCE POEMS

TRICIA BROWN
"GLACIAL DECOY"

Shift  shift
triangle  reach wall

tulip

 sea margin

pendulum  margin

 urn brake shadow
  atom smasher

  window

 fader find binocular

spin when clouds

  spun leap

 still

  when

   over
tilt windpump

 lure spin bob

 in third start
 rotate
angry bridge walk car
   join
  bronzes frame

advance
  freight

camera  frame
 drifting

 morning arch

when the horse ghost
   prowls
mirrors are television

 enter air fore


water
 stalk over
stair diagonal swing

 skin slide creak



disrupt close  closure

DANCE POEMS

TRICIA BROWN
“O COMPOSITE”

     Air wheel

sky

  white record
   trapeze

furl left arrow  around
  point


 rooster  twist
 whirl  scrawl

   duck  outer

leg orbit point

collapse horse dredge


  ringing one
  
     pulling

 hex ring

noose grab--  archer

  eccentric oribit
layer axle
magnet birth logroll

   static march

     basso
glass swing

     shifter
     puller
     lifter
     pointer
     pillow

frog
     she walks, purrs

  tree-swing down

dividing leg
catapult ring

     arm/ledge

  crane swing

 pillar whisper roll-- arch

tape loop
    large
running

    her over
    bird north

shine wall line lower

    table into space

   together
  over level swing
   spin
  gate gyroscope
 weightless levitate dram church


   cradle over

   mermaid dawn spool

DANCE POEMS

TRICIA BROWN
“PLANES”


Drive-in

 middle schooner dementia

wall blink merge
 
 roll to top standing

  colossus


 like a letter fling

 interior

die smoke spread

across a canvas of film-death

  reach

bird-men
  peephole people

merge

 grid
  hang
   
   air

 atom diamond
  pyramid long

torch history

  enter over shadow

wall  god sky ghost
  double

contrast crown
  fall
 
   moons

 cloud 
  means
   
   return


scalers

   twist  over
    X

  art
glyph
    flow
creep bleed protoplasm

atmosphere  march

  capsule
 vertigo shed

Sum Sum Summertime

While I am on "vacation," I intend to get as much writing done as possible. Getting as much writing done as possible involves, necessarily, getting as much reading done as possible, and making inroads into my substantial "to read" pile. Because I'm sure you're dying to know, I will write some micro reviews via Goodreads of some of the stuff I make it through.

Since I mainly use this blog for poetry and announcements about yours truly, I will henceforth put reviews and "stuff not about me": here. That url should even be compatible with peoples' blogrolls. Woo-hoo. I am losing my edge.

OZONES B3

Ingot seeks metronome
     pallor.  A greedy double
does not measure up for
     disaffected rust.  A handful
of stars tumble through an ocean
     of not, bleeding vanilla
yogurt.  Take the name of that bird
     & hide it away; gastropod
fixative for votive 
     tree.  A flash beside
the pot-bellied stove like a furnace
     on fire, a blanket of
corduroy, foul-tempered smock
     smoked in action.  Murder 
junipers & cello tuber
     motifs.  Everything is made 
of wood, and eveything must be
     made to look a good three
years younger.

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Tomorrow we go from poets to workers, cruel rains call forth the staunch flowers, and soon we can all wear white shoes (proletariat included).

May 1 I am going to take down everything but the Mechanical Beast poems to perhaps revise a little & publish elsewhere, so take one last look at them if you are so inclined, or else look for them later elsewhere maybe.

I think I may keep writing and posting the Beasts because they amuse me. Though likely not at the breakneck one-a-day pace as this past month.

I didn't miss a day this year, though! Another month older and deeper in debt...